Deep Sea Embers

In the captain's room of the Lost Home, Duncan was sitting in front of the window with his arms folded and his eyes closed, and he slowly opened his eyes.

He glanced at the familiar room furnishings, sensed the condition of his body, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, he has transferred his main consciousness to the Lost Home again, and the body left in the Puland city-state is left in the antique shop. He is controlling the body to tidy up the shop on the first floor, Hang the rest sign on the door.

Duncan in the captain's dormitory slowly stood up from the chair. While moving his hands and feet, he looked at the desk not far away. He saw Ay the pigeon strolling around the edge of the desk. The sun mask sent here before was still silent. Lying on the table, in the afterglow of the setting sun coming in through the window, the golden surface of the mask glows with psychedelic colors, as if illusory flames are flowing in its golden lines.

The store manager Duncan in front of the antique shop hung up the wooden sign for the evening rest, turned his head and greeted a neighbor who just came home, with a faint smile on his face, talking about today's events with this "old neighbor" The weather, and recent business conditions.

In front of the antique shop, his expression was a little stiff, and his speech was a little slow, but the neighbors didn't suspect it—a bad gambler who was addicted to alcohol not long ago is now living a serious life, which is surprising enough. In comparison, a little sluggishness in reaction is nothing at all. Where can a person whose body has been damaged by alcohol go mentally?

In the captain's dormitory, Duncan had a smile on his face. After controlling his "shell for remote interaction" to complete a social attempt, he casually picked up the sun mask placed on the table.

There are still many things to do in the Puland city-state, but not everything can be completed overnight, especially after nightfall, the city-state has a strict curfew system, and it is best to keep your human body in the shop obediently at night, in case Attractive - the time after evening is best reserved for the "body" of the Lost Home.

He was going to use this time to study the mask he got from the sun priest.

The mask was cold to the touch, it seemed to be cast from pure metal, and it was heavy to hold, with some weight.

Looking at the golden thing in his hand, Duncan's thinking suddenly became active. The first thing he thought about was whether this thing is pure gold - if it is, then after researching it, it might be possible to melt it. sell for a lot of money...

Although he has temporarily no financial pressure in the city-state, money is never too much in human society. What if it will be used in the future?

The wool on those sun cultists is of various kinds. They can be used to collect information, they can be reported for rewards, and they can get supernatural items that are destined for them. If there are extra supernatural items that are not useful, they can be processed slightly Of course it's normal to sell it at once...

This is called three-dimensional development, sustainable wool.

After pondering in his mind for a moment, Duncan suddenly stroked his chin and sighed thoughtfully: "Sun Cultists are full of treasures..."

Ai Yi, who was taking a walk, suddenly stopped, tilted his head to look at Duncan, and let out a sharp female voice: "Be a person, be a person!"

"You are not qualified to say anything about me," Duncan glared at the pigeon, then rubbed his fingertips, preparing to summon the fire of the spirit body, and first "clean up" the mask from the inside to the outside. Then do an in-depth "test" on it.

A cluster of faint green flames ignited at the fingertips, and Duncan was about to inject the flames into the mask, but suddenly heard a vague voice, the voice was faint and faint, as if it was whispering in his heart:

"...It may instead link them to the Lost Home..."

Duncan stopped suddenly.

He looked at the pigeon next to him: "Did you hear any sound?"

The pigeon thought for a while, flapped its wings and sang out of tune: "Listen~ the sound of the sea crying~ lamenting who is hurt again~"

"Stop, stop, stop... I shouldn't have asked you!" Duncan quickly held the pigeon down, thinking that the communication process between himself and the bird was in a TM quantum state, and neither what he said nor what he heard could be measured accurately. And after holding down the pigeon, he immediately concentrated his mind, trying to track down the short-lived "perception" that emerged in his heart when the "whisper" sounded just now.

He was sure that he didn't have auditory hallucinations just now! I'm sure I heard a voice just now, a young and quiet female voice!

And while the voice sounded, he also vaguely sensed a "connection", which was much weaker than the connection between him and the "remote body", but definitely existed!

Duncan put aside the matter of the golden mask for the time being, and took another look at the spiritual body flame still burning quietly at his fingertips.

That weak connection also seems to be based on the burning of the fire.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the "sense of direction" that the flame brought him, and in the ensuing darkness, he seemed to see a gleam of light emerging in front of his eyes.

The twilight was vaguely a "window", and there seemed to be a figure shaking in the window, but he couldn't see clearly, nor could he hear the situation on the other side of the window clearly.

But even so, Duncan somehow sensed the guidance of the flame—he opened his eyes, followed the direction where the faint light had appeared in the darkness, and suddenly saw a mirror hanging beside the door.

It was just an ordinary oval mirror with a simple and dark wooden frame. It was not a supernatural item, just like the ones used by many ordinary people at home.

But Duncan can feel that his flame now needs a medium to strengthen the weak connection that is suddenly established—reminiscent of the blurry scene he saw in the dark and the direction he vaguely perceived, a mirror may be very suitable .

The mirror occupies a very important position in many occult rituals. It is regarded as a symbol of "insight", and it can also be used to extend the perception of the mind to observe the originally invisible and unknowable truth.

Duncan came to the mirror and touched the flame in his hand to the mirror.

The green spiritual body fire was like flowing water, rippling on the glass mirror, and a light and shadow channel with a slight green light was established in an instant. The next second, the dim light window that Duncan saw in the dark was extremely clear. Appear on the mirror!

He leaned over curiously.

In the slightly rippling light curtain, he saw a room illuminated by lights. An unusually tall lady was standing near the window. She was reading something in the afterglow of the sky, as if she hadn't noticed that something was going on. A gaze peered through the glass next to her, observing the scene in the room.

Fan Na's eyes scanned the document, confirming the above content word by word.

This announcement was jointly discussed and drafted by the bishops of various city-states, and was personally reviewed and approved by the Pope sitting in the Cathedral of Storms. The negotiation process of the announcement was completed remotely in a state of psychic resonance, and the whole process was watched and protected by the goddess , to ensure that the text on the notice will not be disturbed by any abnormalities and visions during the drafting process.

This extremely special notification document has only one function: to inform every voyager who sailed on the boundless sea that a high-ranking anomaly has escaped the control of the civilized world.

This is necessary.

Abnormal objects out of control in the boundless sea will not disappear forever in the eyes of the world. Although the deep sea will swallow everything, it will never swallow the "abnormalities" that fall into it. Wandering on the edge of the civilized world, chasing and threatening the safety of the voyagers like a pack of wolves wandering around the pastures, almost every year, sailors on voyages die due to out-of-control abnormalities.

As the custodian and sealer of the abnormality, every church should inform all the captains who may encounter it after the abnormality in its own name goes out of control-no one thinks that this will damage the "face" of the Holy See, Because this is the responsibility and obligation of the church.

Timely notification of the out-of-control situation may save a ship that unfortunately encountered an anomaly in the future, or make it possible for an out-of-control anomaly to be re-sealed and contained.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of notification would be issued to the port unit within 24 hours of the out-of-control incident, but this notification involving "Anomaly 099" was a bit late.

Because this out-of-control incident not only involves anomaly 099-doll coffin, but also anomaly 005-Lost Country.

The pope and the bishops must carefully consider the content of the document to ensure that the information is disclosed accurately without attracting the attention of the Lost Country when people read this document.

Fan Na's face sank, she read the document word by word, confirming whether the words and sentences in the document conformed to the sacred and invisible prayer structure, and whether they could avoid the gaze of the ghost captain of the Lost Home.

And on the window glass beside her, in the gap of light and shadow that neither she nor the district bishop could detect, Duncan was poking his head hard to look at the contents of the document.

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